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  1. Another misconception: all bats use echolocation. This isn't true. Only carnivorous "microbats" use echolocation. Herbivorous "megabats" won't have echolocation abilities.

  2. I'm lucky enough to live in an area (suburban Melbourne, Australia) where there are populations of both micro- and megabats.
    On a warm evening, I can hear the fruit bats flapping around, and on some evenings, it's possible to see microbats chasing insects

  3. We had brown house bats living in our cabin when I was growing up. My Dad made the mistake of hitting one with a canoe paddle, and the bat landed in my Mom's hair. I didn't realize my Mom could scream like that. Dad had to cut the poor bat out of her hair. Bat was fine, but Mom looked pretty silly for a couple of months. After that incident, we just left the bats alone to come and go as they pleased, never had another problem with them.

  4. I made a "Shit post" on YouTube the other day, and it turned into a story too long to text! This is all fictional.

    I remember when I was a kid in upstate New York, and my father taught me that if you clapped loud enough near a bat it would crash into the ground, or a tree, or house, or barn, but the end result would be a bat I can look at… Pick up, maybe have a bat friend? I was all about it!

    We had this really cool treehouse, that had a rope pulley that lead to the barn across a small field. One of those things you don't see anymore. As it goes, I was going to get one for my child when I had one, and that kid was going to be a boy, for sure.

    But I was 8 or 9, and I also wanted a monster truck when I grew up, but they are kind of lame now… Like if cars could be professional wrestlers they would be monster trucks, but nothing like the one from Roadhouse.

    So I'm up in my tree fort, and it's getting really dusky out, so I start clapping, and my little hands weren't as powerful as dad's, but I tried as hard as I could, just clapping.

    I was a child, I don't have a watch, and even if I did, I don't think I would have been wearing it, if my unwillingness to wear undies was any indication. Anyways, it got dark while I was furiously slamming my tiny swollen hands together in hopes of capturing a bat, and I was a little too scared to take the zip line to the barn and run back to the house.

    Still, home was only a couple hundred feet or so from the barn, but a little closer to the treehouse I was using as a way to clap closer to the bats.

    I don't want to climb down, because my hands hurt, but I'm not about to take the Zip line for the same reason, only faster… Yet I climbed down, hands throbbing as I go. I never fell from the 2×4 ladder.

    I'm on the ground now, and I'm not running, just also not exactly walking, and by no real surprise I make it to my house, well next to it. Outside my house was an above ground pool, full of melted snow and rain water… Springtime, I guess, but it has been awhile so, I can't be for sure if this was after the world around me thawed out or a little later, but the water was cold.

    I'm by the pool because it had an outdoor light that was connected to my house shining over it, like a garage light made to shine over a pool, real romantic stuff… That a kid would know, right?

    Anyway, I'm looking in the pool now, thinking about swimming when it gets warmer out, and there was a bat, just kind of treading water or swimming, however bats do. I wanted a friend, I didn't want to drown my potentially new bat buddy, so I swallow hard and daringly reach my tiny red hands in to scoop up the poor thing.

    The bat seemed chill, maybe a little bit scared being almost drowned in a dirty pool and all, but he just kind of sat in my hand, and I'm on my way in to ask, of course, if I could keep it. Mom liked animals anyway.

    Still, I'm nervous, so just in case dad or even mom would be mad if they saw me carrying a bat, I slipped him into my coat pocket.

    Mom, and Dad didn't say anything beyond telling me to wash my hands for dinner, I'm going to ask after dinner, because for now I was in the clear, no one knew I had a bat in my pocket…

    Our cat knew I had a bat in my pocket… because she got too close to me and the bat lost its mind, like it knew the cat was there, so he was trying to flap out of my pocket to avoid the cat who was now trying to get into my coat, and I pushed her away, Honey, the cat.

    Sweetest cat I had ever known, a calico, but she had a very adverse reaction to my pocket bat, and tried climbing up my leg, only at the age of 9 I wasn't going to get a basketball scholarship, so she had as little trouble getting at my moving pocket as the bat did, trying to get out of it… "Trying" was not the right word, bats are really good climbers, it would turn out, and now he is climbing up the side of my coat to escape our cat, but my coat only went so far before it's my face.

    The cat is making angry cat noises, and the bat keeps climbing, and mom walks into the hallway because the cat was getting really loud, as cats go sometimes.

    Mom sees the bat climbing up my coat, and hollers not to move, and I froze, but now the bat who was frantically climbing away from the upset cat, puts his sharp little claws in the side of my neck, as my mom keeps asking me what it was.

    I mean to say it's a bat to her, but it was climbing my neck, and the only word I could muster was "Mom!" but it was too late for her help.

    She yells, "David, get in here!" Who is my dad, but he just yells back "What is it?!" before she starts screaming for him to hurry, and the bat is close to my face.

    Now, I'm scared witless, and looking back I could have ripped him off my face, but my fist were clinched, something I find out I do when I'm really scared of something… Same thing with my fists, the first time I was attacked by a dog, but, it's just a thing I do when I'm upset.

    Also, I'm crying because there was a bat on my face but the cat, she had my back in a big way, because this is when the bat started licking me, fella must have liked the salt on my skin because he started biting me over and over again, and then I feel sharp claws in my scalp.

    It's Honey, and she is scaling the back of my head to find a way to get at the bat who was sinking his little bat teeth in to the left side of my face, but the cat is scaling around my head… Mom and dad are fighting now, like mom forgot I was being attacked by something but no, she had started to panic real bad, and couldn't talk but could bounce up and down crying in the living room. Dad was going to call 911.

    Oh no, I didn't see it, but it's a favorite family story to tell during Turkey day. The cat has now climbed over my face, like instead of going the fastest route, just straight to the side of my less than huge 8-year-old head, and I still don't know why she started climbing from the back of my head instead of just pouncing on my face to get the bat off me, but she had a plan.

    Comes around my face staying as low as she could be, for stealth reasons, I used to be kind of allergic to cats when I was a kid, so Honey sinking her claws into my skin, and slowly pulling her underside across my face was not the best time…

    But she is there, and I'm digging my nails into the palms of my still pink and puffy hands, something I felt I deserved for clapping that majestic creature into the swimming pool, but not at the time.

    Honey pulls in closer to her prey, as a cat nipple slowly slides over my lips, and she is on, by the grace of whatever god will have me, Honey swats the bat from my throbbing face, and it flies around the house for a second before dad let him out the back door.

    Bats are wild animals, not pets, respect them.

  5. The skeleton of several bat species strongly resemble human skeletons, which may give rise to the association of vampires (the mythical supernatural being) turning into a bat.

  6. Several years ago, my son and other neighborhood boys were playing with their Super Soakers and refilling them at the spigot at the back of our house, under our main floor deck. One of the kids discharged his water gun behind him and accidentally knocked a tiny bat down from where it had been roosting under the deck. They came running and yelling for me. I made ABSOLUTELY sure that none of the kids had touched the bat, then put a box with one end open over top of it to protect it from giant, scary children. I had them move the refilling station to the front of the house and had them all leave the bat alone until it could collect itself. It eventually flew away. I called all the parents to have them double check with their kids that no one had touched the bat. So far, all the kids are fine and most have now graduated from high school.

  7. A bat is called a fledermaus (flutter mouse) in German. So much for getting rid of the idea of bats being flying rodents, I don't think you'll be able to convince the Germans to re-name them anytime soon.

  8. Love the video, the information you give about chiroptera is decidedly dodgy though. Bats are the only members of chiroptera and are by no means a fifth of the animal population.

  9. They may dodge your hair, but as my girlfriend learned, they can't always dodge your boobs. She got a bat in her DDs for a few seconds till it righted itself and flew off. No one got hurt but she sure jumped.

  10. I was out watering the hydrangeas one summer night a few years ago during sunset/dusk. The bugs were flying around, being annoying. One moth in particular was pestering my head. I suddenly felt a light "bump" against my shoulder and turned to look at what hit me. I saw it had been a bat which had used my shoulder to kick off after grabbing the moth flying around my head and neck, making a sharp pivot with its lightweight body. Thanks, flying mammal friend.

  11. In CT, every night there were bats in the sky at our house, they were fun to watch. A couple of times we had one that accidentally made it into our house. When they did, they were hard to find. When they landed, they could crawl into the smallest spaces, often fitting though gaps the was less than 1/2" – crazy.

  12. My mate and I were camping up in Newfoundland and on a walk around the area one night we had these bats flitting around our heads. It was unnerving, at least at first, until we realized they were chomping down on the mosquitoes that were following us as well. If we stood still, we'd get 5 or 7 bats flying around us feasting on the little buggers.

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